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Witches and Wolves
The remote mountain town of Brave Hollows stood small and proud but surrounded by the thickest forest in the northeast. Before the last hundred years the town had been plagued by attacks of the worst kind, nightly attacks by many creatures of the deep dark nights. This portion of the country was overrun by Wendigos, Flesh Runners, and many malevolent spirits, including a boog hag or banshee. It was a lovely town with such a kind environment and lovely people, now that it was more modernized people were more able to survive but the attacks were held at bay or quickly responded to by the clan of wolfmen now living around the town. The town had found them to be civilized a hundred years ago and a deal was struck. Protection from the creatures if any witches or at least eight young women were sacrificed every year to mates to the wolves.
By Kira Lydia G.5 years ago in Filthy
I Spy
Looking back on that afternoon, there are a couple of things that I hold responsible for what happened. The crisp and salty sea air, for one. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve loved the beach. The sound of the ocean waves breaking, crashing against the shore; the fine spray that permeates the air; stepping lightly through rock-pools as they glint in the sunlight; hearing the steady lap and savoring the sensation of sand and sea water sucking at my toes as the water recedes, and returns, then recedes again. Or sitting at the top of a cliff and watching, hearing and feeling the thunderous power of the waves smashing violently against the rock-face.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
The Sweetest Taboo
His hand stroked my face gently. His bright blue eyes smiling, he ran his forefinger over my warm, partially opened lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and lowered his mouth to mine. I hummed with pleasure as his tongue found my own and softly twined against it, his lips brushing my skin.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
Freaky Elon
FREAKY ELON By: H.M. Ortiz PART 1 – DOG FOOD Is ten a.m. and my alarm keeps snoozing and all I can think of it’s her. I wonder if she made it, I really hope she did I thought to myself while I scratched another mark on the bottom of the bunk bed above me. So far is been three weeks. Still feels like it happened yesterday. The air is now starting to clear out; we can at least see some sunlight however we must still wear these stupid gas masks, so annoying…
By H.M. Ortiz5 years ago in Filthy
Why I think BDSM relationships are better than vanilla ones
I’ve been in both BDSM and vanilla relationships and BDSM relationships have always felt more fulfilling and more honest. This is because in BDSM you have to have full trust that the person you're with won’t hurt you because some of the stuff you do can be physically and mentally damaging. When you’re tying someone up, or flogging them, giving them orders, choking them or manhandling them you have to have a certain amount of trust that you may not have in a regular relationship.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Filthy
Window Dressing
Place your hands on the window sill as you lean over the couch. The lights in my office are out, but the light from the city street illuminates the room just right. We are now on the second floor. Across the street on ground level we see our coworkers still cock-tailing in the big window of the lounge we just left. I slowly lift what little skirt you were wearing all day at work. With a come hither forefinger I hook the string back of the thong I also knew you were wearing. You made sure I knew what treat simmered below early in the day, right here in this very office with an indiscreet reach and grab of materials on my upper shelf. No I wasn’t looking up your obviously minuscule skirt. I caught a glimpse of the little triangle of teal fabric on your sacrum junction of the three discrete strings that held the Telos of your thong in place. Your midriff revealing sweater hiked up when making your bookcase reach. I finally have the material I have been coveting all day in the office hooked on my index finger. I slide teal temptation down your luscious bare legs and work it past your stiletto heeled shoes. Kneeling behind you I sense your growing anticipation with more than one of my senses.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
Sweet Punishment
You had been shamelessly flirting with his friends all night with no reaction until you decided to plop right down onto Garret’s lap. You felt eyes on you and when you looked up, you knew. His jaw was clenched and his eyes dark. You knew at that moment; you were in for it later…
By Brittany Jones5 years ago in Filthy
